“I know,” I said, that smile doing odd, fluttery things to my stomach. He looked like sin.
Never breaking eye contact with me, he reached down and very deliberately dragged both hands through the moss, rubbing the green fibers over his palms, between his fingers, across hisknuckles. Then he patted the moss back into place and resumed his pagan god pose.
“Better?” he asked, his voice a dark rumble.
My mouth went dry. “I... Yes.”
“Any other objections, Princess?”
I shook my head. I was out of excuses.
“Then say it,” he ordered softly. “Ask us very nicely to make you come. No claims or bonds. Just that sopping pussy of yours getting the relief you’re seconds from begging for. But you can’t have it until you ask, Princess. I’m sorry, but that’s the rule.” He shrugged, not an ounce of apology in the gesture.
“Whose rule?”
“Mine.”
The scent of my arousal thickened the air. Denying my attraction was impossible. They knew how badly I wanted them. How badly I ached.
And they were offering to help me with no strings attached.
I couldn’t let them. It was a stupid idea.
“Please,” I heard myself say. “Make me come.”
They rose at the same time. Albie reached down, and I let him pull me to my feet and guide me to the bed of moss. Tavish walked a slow circle around the fire as Albie drew me down and sat with me facing out between his legs. His chest was solid against my back. His lips brushed the side of my neck, and I moaned as he planted a soft kiss where the curve met my shoulder.
Tavish stood over us, the firelight emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the impossible width of his shoulders. The ink on his arms seemed to writhe in the shadows cast by the flames. More shadows danced on the walls.
Albie tugged the neckline of my chemise off my shoulder and pressed his lips to my bare skin. I curled my fingers into the soft, cool moss.
Tavish knelt in front of me. Eyes locked with mine, he smoothed his hands up my legs, pushing my skirts and chemise above my knees.
Higher.
And higher. His calluses caught on my stockings. He kept going, and they scraped my skin. My skirts bunched at my waist.
Albie’s hair brushed my jaw as he trailed featherlight kisses down my neck.
Palms on my knees, Tavish urged my thighs wide. Cool air kissed my hot, swollen center. Firelight put a sheen on the thick ribbons that held up my stockings.
Tavish found the slit in my bloomers and stroked straight down my bare pussy.
I gasped, my hips jerking. Albie kissed the sensitive spot under my ear. His erection prodded the cleft of my ass through my skirts. They were both clearly turned on. And yet I was the only one getting relief.
“What about you?” I asked breathlessly.
Tavish understood at once, and he shook his head. “We take care of our woman first.” Pushing my knees wider, he fixed his burning blue gaze on my pussy. “And trust me when I say it’s not a chore.”
Arousal obliterated any embarrassment I might have felt. “These bloomers are really convenient.”
His lips quirked as he traced a firm circle around my clit. “Very convenient.”
Albie slid his hands around my waist, then higher, cupping my breasts through my corset. I arched into his touch, my head falling back against his shoulder. He kneaded the tops of my breasts, then made a frustrated sound when he encountered the stiff top of my corset.
“I want more of you,” he murmured, his brogue thick and his breath hot against my ear. “May I have it?”
I nodded, beyond speech as he moved his fingers to the laces at my back.
